Fun at a Funeral (Lizzie Pt. 03)

Author's note: This is just another idea I had that I decided to run with. While I do have other stories in other categories coming up, I will revisit this series later on. This story was written pretty quickly as a fun little interlude in the series. Hopefully, you'll enjoy it.

Putting the 'Fun' Back in Funeral!

"Oh no," mom said into the phone. "I'm so sorry to hear!"

She went quiet, obviously listening to the person she was talking to.

"Yes, I know, but it's still sad."

She went quiet again.

"Yes, yes. Of course. We'll be there."

Quiet.

"Thank you, and you too."

She hung up.

"That was my cousin," mom said. "Auntie Meg has passed away."

"Oh," I said. "I'm sorry to hear. Which one was that again? The one that smelled of booze or the one that smelled of cigarettes?"

"The third one. The one who smelled of both," mom replied.

Auntie Meg was my mother's aunt, and I hardly knew her at all. My mom, however, had been pretty close to her growing up. However, after my mom married my dad and moved to another town, they didn't really see each other that often. In the beginning they spoke on the phone quite often, but as time went on, the calls grew fewer and further between. I had only met her two or three times in my entire life. I still remembered the smell, though.

"The funeral is Thursday next week, so mark your calendar."

"What?" I said. "I didn't even know her! I mean, no offense, and my condolences, but I don't think it's expected for me to show up."

Mom's face grew stern.

"You will show up, and so will your sister!"

"Have fun," dad said, sipping his beer.

"Oh no, mister!" mom snapped. "You're coming too!"

"Goddamnit," dad grunted, taking another sip.

"Language!" mom said sharply.

"Sorry."

"I'll call Lizzie," my mom said, leaving the room.

Now, here's the thing... My sister Lizzie is what you could call an 'adult content creator'. And lately she's been gaining quite a few new subscribers. From earning a pretty average paycheck, she's gone on to making more money than anyone else in the family. Ever since she released a video starring her... and me. Yeah, you heard me. I was in a porn video with my sister. Long story short: After her laptop crashed, she asked me to help her fix it. It turned out to be a minor problem, and after fixing it, I stumbled over her videos. I wasn't snooping or anything; I was just trying to make a back-up of her files. Anyway, after finding out I'd been watching quite a few of her videos before returning the laptop, Lizzie confronted me about it. Instead of getting upset, however, she invited me to be in one of them. After (quite unsuccessfully) playing hard to get, I accepted.

My parents have no idea, of course. I mean, the mere thought of me and my little sister fucking each other's brains out would give them both a heart attack. While she used an AI tool to alter my face in the uploaded version, I still have the original, unaltered version. It turned out to be her most successful video to date, and kind of a breakthrough for her career.

"People loved our chemistry," she told me as she handed me the memory stick with the video on it. "And it seems incest is pretty popular these days, for some reason. Of course, they all think it's fake, but still..."

"Well, as long as no one we know figures it out," I told her.

"No worries, big bro," she said. "By the way, I'll pay you a percentage of the earnings, of course."

"Don't even think about it," I replied. "The experience was reward enough in itself."

"I always pay my guest performers," she said. "Remember, I'm a professional."

"Oh, you were a pro, all right!"

Lizzie giggled.

"You weren't half bad yourself, mister. Speaking of which, if you ever want to do another collab, all you have to do is ask."

"I'd love to!"

She got up on her tiptoes and kissed me on the cheek. Then she winked at me and bit her lip.

"Nice! Looking forward to it! Well... Gotta go. I just wanted to drop this off. See ya, big bro!"

Then she got in her car and drove off. That was about a week ago.

Anyway, I digress. Back to the fun stuff; my mother's dead aunt... She died on Thursday, and my mother's cousin called immediately after she passed. As I'm sure you've gathered, I was at my parents' house when the aforementioned call came. After my mom left the room to call Lizzie, my dad turned to me with a lazy expression on his face.

"I'll give you 50 bucks if you find a way to get us out of this," he said.

I was about to tell him I'd give him 100, but just then my mother came back into the room.

"Lizzie's coming to dinner tomorrow night," she said. Looking at me, she said "You'd better come to. We'll work out the details then. And don't even *think* about trying to get out of this!"

My dad pointed lazily at me with his beer bottle.

"He offered me 50 bucks to get him out of this," he said.

***

As I showed up at my parents' house the next afternoon, I saw Lizzie's car parked outside. I had only seen her three times over the last couple of weeks: First at the party where she confronted me about having watched her videos and invited me to be in one of them. Then a week later when we actually did it. Then, finally, for just a few minutes when she stopped by on her way home a few days later to give me the memory stick with the video on it.

I rang the doorbell and entered. Lizzie's shoes were on the floor, obviously just kicked off and left lying where they landed. I felt my heart beat harder and faster. Those were the same Converse sneakers she'd worn for her outfit when we filmed the video.

"Play it cool," I thought. "Just act normal and-"

"Heyyy, big bro!" Lizzie said, throwing her arms around my neck and hugging me hard enough to choke me.

Now, it wasn't unusual for Lizzie to hug me. She always did. It just felt... different now. I guess I was just paranoid. But as her perky breasts pressed against me and the smell of her perfume hit me, my erection was all but instantaneous.

"So much for acting normal," I thought.

"So," mom said as we sat around the dinner table. "It's a day's drive each way. So we'll drive there on Wednesday, then the funeral is on Thursday, and we'll drive home on Friday."

"Can't we just leave after the funeral?" dad asked with a sigh.

"Absolutely not," mom said. "We will *not* skip the funeral reception."

"We can leave after the reception and drive through the night," dad suggested.

"No!" mom snapped. "It'll be a long day, and I don't want to die in a horrible car crash because you fell asleep behind the wheel."

"Goddamnit."

"Language!"

After dinner we moved from the dining area to the living room. Dad cracked open a cold one as mom cleared the table.

"I'll give you 100 bucks if you get us out of this," he said to my sister.

"You only offered me 50," I said.

"Yeah, and look how well that worked out."

"I think it'll be fun," Lizzie said.

"It's a funeral!" I protested.

"You're looking at it the wrong way," Lizzie beamed. "The funeral is just one day. But the road trip is two days!"

"It won't be the fun kind of road trip."

"Sure it will. You and me. In the back seat," she purred. She winked at me.

I almost panicked. What was she doing?

"Remember how that used to work out?" I said, referring to our constant fighting and bickering in the back seat as kids.

"If you kids start screaming and crying, I'm turning the car around!" our dad said.

"Oh no, you're not!" mom called from the kitchen.

"Oh, he knows how to make me scream and cry, all right," Lizzie giggled.

I shot her a 'shut the fuck up' look.

"As I remember, you were the one who egged him on, not the other way around," dad said.

"I guess some things never change, huh?" Lizzie sighed.

"And you," dad said, pointing at me with his bottle in his familiar way, "were never hard to rile up."

"He was pretty hard the last time, I'll tell you that much," Lizzie said, her voice smooth as silk.

"Huh?" my dad said.

"She said it was harder to achieve the last time she tried it," I said, starting to sweat. What the fuck was she thinking?

"It was hard, that's for sure," Lizzie said.

Dad looked confused.

"What? Am I missing something?"

"Nah, I'm just teasing him," Lizzie said.

"Well, don't," dad said. "I had enough of your fighting when you were kids."

***

Wednesday came, and we all got into my parents' car. Just one big, happy family.

"You know," Lizzie said, "our video really took off. We should definitely make the next one soon."

"Sure," I said, for some reason nervous my parents would ask questions about it. And sure enough.

"You made a video together?" mom said. "You never told me that."

"Oh, we sure did," Lizzie replied. "I asked him if he wanted to do one together because he'd really enjoyed my previous work. He was hesitant at first, but it didn't take much convincing before he agreed."

"That's great," mom said. She looked at my dad. "Isn't that great? See, they *can* get along if they just want to."

"Oh, we got along, all right!" Lizzie giggled.

"Yeah, that's great," my dad replied. "At least if they get along until we get back home."

"Anyway," Lizzie said to me, "if you want to, we can talk about it tonight, after getting to the hotel. You know... test some ideas? Try a few things out?"

She bit her lip and winked.

"Uhmmmm..." I discretely nodded to my parents in the front seats.

"We'll have separate rooms, dummy," Lizzie said. "Mom, we do have separate rooms, don't we?"

"You two do," our dad grunted. "I have to share a room. With her."

He pointed to our mom with his thumb.

"Keep it up, and you'll sleep in the lobby, mister," our mom replied.

"See?" Lizzie said to me. "No problem, no worries and no holds barred!"

***

It was rather late when we finally checked into the hotel, and as I closed the door behind me, I breathed a sigh of relief. Lizzie had been firing off innuendos and puns all day, and my nerves were wearing thin. The constant paranoia and fear of our parents growing suspicious combined with the constant semi (and quite a lot of the time full-on erection) in my pants as Lizzie teased me (both verbally and physically) had taken its toll. Not to mention it had made my balls ache. I got settled, which took about two minutes. I didn't have much that needed unpacking. Just a toiletry bag with a toothbrush, toothpaste, shaving kit, and deodorant.

Then, finally, I could jerk off and release the tremendous pressure that had built up in my balls over the course of the day. Afterwards, I took a long shower, brushed my teeth, and got ready to turn in.

I was finally in bed when Lizzie texted me.

"What room do you have?"

"505," I replied.

"I got 509. I guess mom and dad has 507, then? That's the room between ours, right?"

"Yeah..."

A good 15 minutes passed before the next text ticked in.

"You awake?"

"Just barely," I replied.

"Wanna come over to my room?"

I thought it over. Was she suggesting she wanted to do the naughty? Probably not. Our parents were in the next room. Better test the water before jumping in.

"I'm already in bed," I texted back.

She replied less than ten seconds later.

"So am I. ;)"

Ok. That winky face had me halfway out of bed before I hesitated again. Fucking for a video was one thing. That was her job, after all. But fucking your sibling 'recreationally' was something else entirely. After a moment's thought, I replied.

"I'm about to fall asleep here."

Ten more seconds passed. Then my phone buzzed.

"But I'm bored. Let's hang out!"

Did she mean just hanging out? Or have sex? She'd been teasing me all day. She'd even put her hand on my thigh under the table when we stopped at a diner for lunch, sliding it sensually up and down until finally she'd grabbed my crotch. But still... I still thought the odds of getting laid were pretty slim. And yet...

"I don't know... It's been a long day," I replied, hoping for a reply that would confirm her intentions one way or the other.

No reply.

I put the phone on my nightstand and killed the lights. I waited for a new message from Lizzie, but when nothing happened, I rolled over and tried to sleep. But every time I closed my eyes, I had this mental image of having sex with Lizzie. There was no way I was going to fall asleep with those pictures in my head.

"Fuck it," said to myself, as I started jerking off again.

My phone buzzed. It was from Lizzie. Hoping it was a pic or a video to lure me to her room, I opened the message. To my disappointment it was just a text.

"Fine. Be that way."

I let go of my dick and replied.

"What?"

"Nothing. Good night."

"Ok, ok, fine... I can come over."

"You know what? Just forget it... Good night..."

Not being in the mood for dealing with this shit, I put my phone back on my nightstand and finished what I'd started.

The next morning, we met up for breakfast. It didn't take long to notice Lizzie was in a rotten mood. She was sulking and pouting, replying with grunts and one-word sentences whenever anyone talked to her.

"After breakfast we'll get changed and check out," mom said. "So bring your bags."

"Why? Aren't we staying another night?"

"After the reception, we'll spend the night at her house," our dad sighed. "No reason to pay for the hotel if we can sleep there for free."

"Are you saying we'll sleep at mom's dead aunt's place?" Lizzie pouted. "Wow, this trip just gets better and better."

"What is going on with you today?" mom said. "You were so thrilled about this so-called trip, and now you're just sulking."

Lizzie shot me a look.

"I guess I just hoped my brother would be as excited about us hanging out as I was."

My dad looked at me.

"I told you; don't piss off your sister! You know how she gets when she's pissed off."

"Language!" my mother snapped.

"I'll go get changed," Lizzie grunted and left the table, having finished about half her breakfast.

Dad pointed at mom with his butter knife.

"That mood comes from your side of the family, you know."

***

The funeral service was ok, all things considered. The usual. A few weeping relatives, a eulogy written by her surviving sisters, quite a few people who hadn't really known her (myself included). My mom's brother was there with his family. I didn't really know him that well, which felt weird, considering he was my uncle. I knew he and my dad got along great, though. They always had. (The word 'bromance' comes to mind.) Mom's parents sometimes joked that dad and my uncle were meant for each other, but that dad had to settle for mom because the good Lord forgot to make them gay. Mom, on the other hand, always said my uncle and dad could never live in the same town, as one village idiot was enough for any given place.

***

The reception was ok, too, I guess. Chatting and making small talk with distant and not so distant relatives. At one point I saw my uncle admiring my dad's mustache. My dad presented it by poking out his upper lip, and my uncle responded by brushing over it with the back of his index finger, complimenting it as 'absolutely magnificent'. Mom told her brother not to encourage our dad, but to no avail.

I have never been too good at small talk, and mingling with relatives you hardly know isn't exactly my idea of a good time. You know that meme, where someone you don't even know tells you that they wiped your ass when you were a kid? I went through that awkward conversation at least four times! As the reception finally drew to a close, I felt an immense sense of relief. That was until we got to Auntie Meg's house.

As we got there, one of my mother's other aunts (the one who smelled of cigarettes) unlocked the door and gave us the keys.

"Just put the keys in the mailbox as you leave tomorrow," she said. "I'll swing by and pick them up later on."

We got our bags inside and mom's aunt showed us around the place. It didn't take long. The house was tiny!

"The kitchen. The living room. The bathroom. The bedroom. Aaand the guest room."

I looked into the guest room. There was a double bed.

"Only one guest room?" I asked.

"She didn't have many visitors," my aunt said.

"It seems you two will have to share a room," mom said, looking at me and my sister.

"And a bed?" I said.

"Fine," Lizzie pouted. "Maybe he'll take a hint then..."

Mom looked confused.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Anyway," mom went on, "you can take the room with the biggest bed. Your father and I will take the smaller one."

"Goddamnit..."

"Language!"

***

As I went to bed that night, I wondered how sulky Lizzie would be when she came to bed. Her mood had grown a bit better over the course of the evening, but still... It didn't take long for her to come into the room.

My heart skipped a beat and my dick hardened. Her hard nipples were showing through the thin material of her top, and her pajama pants were shorts, not pants.

Lizzie slipped under the covers. For a few seconds we both just lay there on our backs, staring at the ceiling. Then Lizzie rolled over towards me, propping her head with her hand.

"So... Wanna fuck? Try out some things for our next video?"

"Knock it off," I said. "Our parents are in the other room."

"And? That just makes it all the more exciting, doesn't it?"

She ran a finger down my chest.

"Let's just go to sleep, Lizzie."

For a few seconds, she was quiet. Then she sat up and spoke again, this time with her serious voice.

"You know, if it was just a one-time thing, that's fine. Really! But if you don't want to do it again, at least have the balls to tell me."

I turned towards her.

"I would love to do it again," I sighed. "But there's a time and a place for everything."

"Yes. Here and now!"

"This is the exact opposite of the right time and place!"

"Maybe you're right," she pouted. "You and me, crammed into a bed that's just a tad too small for us to have any space between us, with hardly any clothes on. How could this *possibly* be the right time to stick your cock into my pussy?"

"I told you, our parents are in the other room!"

"Yes, the other room. Not this one. And may I remind you, they're the one who put us in bed together!"

"To sleep!" I said. "Not to have sex!"

"Details, details..."

I rolled around, facing away from her.

"Let's just go to sleep, ok?"

A few minutes passed. Then I felt her hand slipping down my pajama pants, caressing my cock through my boxers. I was just about to tell her to knock it off when she licked my earlobe and gave it a soft bite. Her hand grabbed a firm hold of my dick, slowly tugging at it. She kissed my neck and put her thigh over mine, pressing her crotch against my ass.

For a few moments I just lay there, enjoying Lizzie jerking me, kissing my neck and breathing sensually into my ear. It was at that moment that the last of my willpower left me. Her warm breath against my skin was enough to drive me mad with lust.

"Mmm..." she moaned into my ear, giving my dick a firm squeeze.

That was it. I rolled around, facing her. My hand slid up under her top. Her skin was burning hot. My dick achingly hard. I pressed it against her, slowly grinding my hips. Lizzie gasped as I squeezed her nipple.

"Aaaahhhh..." she breathed in a soundless sigh as she rolled over on her back.

I shoved my other hand down her pajama shorts. Her panties were already soaked. Another soundless moan. Her thighs closed around my hand, her hips jerking slowly against it.

"Aaah!" she moaned, and this time it absolutely wasn't quiet.

"What was that?" I heard dad's voice say.

"They're probably fighting again," mom's voice said. "Lizzie's been in a mood all day."

Shit! The walls were paper thin! It was almost as if they'd been in the same room!

"Quiet," I whispered.

"Oh fuck," Lizzie giggled. "Did you hear that? I bet you could hear a pin drop from one room to the other."

"This is a bad idea," I whispered. "They'll hear every sound we make."

"I don't give a shit," Lizzie whispered back. "Fuck it. And fuck me!"

"Listen," I said. "I don't think-"

"Perfect! Don't think!"

Lizzie pushed me over on my back and straddled me. Grinding her pussy against my cock through our clothes, she kissed me so aggressively it felt like she was going to eat me. She grabbed my hands and placed them back on her tits.

"Mmmmffff..." she moaned, the sound luckily muffled by my tongue in her mouth.

She moved down my body, tore my pajama pants and boxers off and bit her lip as my dick sprang free.

"Gimme that!" she said as she grabbed a firm hold of my throbbing dick.

"I don't care how old they are, if they start fighting over pillows or covers, I'm spanking them both!" dad said in the other room.

"Oooh, that'd add some spice!" Lizzie giggled. "Still... You better not make a sound!"

She kissed the head. Then she let her tongue run around it. Finally, she put her lips around it and achingly slow she started lowering her head. Her lips tightened as she pulled back up a bit, wetting the shaft with her saliva before going back down. Her tongue swirled as she looked up at me. If the blowjob she'd given me for the video was good, this was absolutely amazing! It was as if she *wanted* me to moan and groan. She caressed my balls with one hand, scratching my stomach with the other, her nails leaving red marks as they went. As she took my cock balls-deep into her mouth, she playfully gave me a soft bite around the base.

"Gaah!" I grunted.

There was no reaction from the other room.

Lizzie came up for air.

"Didn't we agree on staying quiet?" she said, feigning annoyance.

Then she went back to it, more aggressive now. With every bob of her head, the intensity grew. It drove me absolutely mad. Grabbing her head, I started fucking her mouth. Instead of pulling back or resisting, Lizzie just got more into it. It wasn't until I was about to cum that I pulled her head away. Her face was bright red, her eyes running as she gasped desperately for air, her right hand jerking me off so furiously that I had to use both of mine to make her let go. I just barely got her to stop before I reached the point of no return.

Lizzie got up and got her pajama pants and panties off. I couldn't wait to drive my cock into that pussy, but sadly, I had to give my cock a few moments to cool down if I were to last more than a few seconds inside of her.

She was just about to sit down on my cock when I threw my arm around her waist and threw her over, placing her on her back. The bed squeaked, Lizzie giggled and gave off a little squeal, but if there was any reaction in the other room, I didn't hear it. Placing my head between Lizzie's soft, smooth thighs, I lick her wet, hot folds.

"Oh god! Oh god!" she whimpered.

Inserting a finger, I kept going, enjoying it probably as much as she did. Her thighs squeezed against my ears, her hips thrust against my face, rubbing her juices all over my chin. As her breathing became faster and shallower, I feared she was about to cum, and so I pulled my head back and gave her a few seconds to land.

Placing one hand over her mouth, I pressed my dick against her pussy with the other. Her eyes widened; her breathing grew heavier and faster. I pushed it deeper in. She moaned loudly into the hand covering her mouth.

"Fuck," she groaned into my hand. "Oh fuck..."

I lay down on her, my face just inches above hers.

"Shhhh," I hushed, pushing ever deeper into her.

Her eyes were huge now, staring directly into mine. A tear ran from the corner of her eye as I was finally fully inside her. She breathed heavily through her nose as my hand still covered her mouth. Impatiently, she started thrusting her hips. Not one to let my baby sister down, I started thrusting back. She whimpered as I slammed into her again and again. She moaned something into my hand that I interpreted as 'harder'.

I pounded her as hard as I dared. The old bed was wobbling quite a bit and I didn't want it to hit the wall. Lizzie was staring up at me, half screaming, half moaning into my hand. With one hand she rubbed her clit, running the other one through my hair. Still, her moans were too loud.

"Stop fighting, or so help me, I will come in there!" our dad shouted, banging on the wall.

I stopped, suddenly terrified of getting busted. Lizzie grabbed my wrist and removed my hand from her mouth.

"Don't you fucking dare stop now!" she hissed. "I'm so close!"

"Me too, but we have to keep you quiet!"

As through telepathy, we both got the same idea. I got off of her, giving her room, and she turned around on all fours. I reached forward and placed my hand back over her mouth, and she grabbed a pillow, pressing it against her face. I took a moment to admire her hips, her ass and her back dimples before I went back to fucking her.

Holy shit, it felt good sliding my dick back into my sister's burning hot cunt. Leaning forward just enough to keep my hand on her mouth, I started thrusting. The first few times I was careful, testing out how hard I could go without the bed banging the wall. Then I went back to full force. With my free hand I grabbed a handful of her hair. She screamed a short scream into my hand, but the pillow seemed to help dampen it enough for our parents not to hear. I pulled her hair again, harder this time, and Lizzie came.

"MMMMMFFFFHHHH!" she moaned into my hand. This time it was too loud.

"I'm not joking!" I heard dad shout through the wall. "If you don't stop it in there, one of you will be sleeping on the pull-out couch in the living room!"

Lizzie's pussy was twitching like crazy around my dick, her entire body shaking and quaking. My own orgasm was building quickly and I went harder and harder as my sister cursed and swore into my hand. I slammed into her, this time hard enough for the bed to hit the wall.

"That's IT!" I heard dad say.

I thrust again, and this time Lizzie toppled forward.

"Shit!" I thought as my hand slipped from her mouth.

At first she was absolutely quiet, not even a breath leaving her throat. Then came the moan.

"AAAH-HA!"

I covered her mouth with my hand again to silence the next moan, but obviously it was too little and too late. I could hear my dad getting out of bed and crossing the floor.

Lizzie's cunt was still twitching around the base of my dick as I heard dad open the door into the hall. My sister's entire body was still shaking. She was moaning into my hand, her orgasm still going strong. Footsteps came down the short hall from their room to ours. She was still trembling and shaking as our dad was getting closer and closer to the door. Lizzie bit down on my hand, the adrenaline pumping through my veins from my oncoming orgasm the only reason I didn't cry out in pain. Even as my dad's footsteps reached the door to our room, I was still fucking my sister from behind and there was no way I was able to stop. My orgasm had already kicked off. I grabbed her hips, and rolled over, not pulling out in the process. Lizzie somehow managed to grab the covers and pull them over us.

As we lay on our sides, Lizzie facing the door with me behind her, I drove my cock into her cunt one final time and my balls exploded. My dick ached and throbbed as I shot my load deep into Lizzie's pussy. The door opened. My entire body felt like it was filled with electricity, tingling and prickling. My dad's silhouette filled the opening. I didn't hear a word that was said, still pumping shot after shot of hot cum into my baby sister. As from far away I heard their voices arguing, but the words had no meaning. There was something about my sister's voice. Even if I couldn't hear it clearly, there was something off. Like it was trembling. Like she was out of breath. Like it was a huge effort to speak. With one final jolt of pleasure pulsing through my cock, my balls were finally empty. Slowly, the world came back into focus. I pulled out and made a few inches' distance between us.

"- poking me and teasing me!" Lizzie said.

"I don't care who did what," dad replied.

"But-" Lizzie began.

"Listen!" dad interrupted, using his dad-voice. "We're trying to sleep in there, and your constant bickering and fighting makes that pretty goddamn hard!"

"Language," mom shouted from the other room.

"If you can't stay quiet, you can go sleep on the pullout couch in the living room," dad went on.

I froze. As soon as Lizzie got out from the covers, he'd see she was naked. Not only that, he'd also see the loads of cum that was pouring out of her pussy even as they spoke.

Luckily, Lizzie talked him out of it, using his fatherly instincts against him.

"Please, daddy, just one more chance," she said, using her 'precious, little girl'-voice. "I promise that if you hear one more sound, I'll go sleep in the living room, no protest. Pleeeaaase! I just wanted to spend some quality time with my big bro. We hardly get to do anything together anymore. We were just having some fun. I promise we'll go to sleep now. I promise!"

Our dad hesitated for a few seconds.

"Fine. One more chance! But one more sound, and I swear to God, I'll pull you out of this room by your ear. Is that understood?"

"Sure thing, daddy," she said. "Thank you!"

As he closed the door, Lizzie turned to face me.

"You owe me big time, big bro."

"For what? You saved yourself as much as you saved me. And you're the one who got us into this mess."

"Literally," Lizzie said, lifting the covers and looking down at the growing puddle on the sheets.

After cleaning up the mess as best we could, Lizzie grabbed my arm, rolled over and pulled me close, making me spoon her. She placed my hand on one of her tits.

"Like I said, you owe me," she said. "Not for talking dad out of it, but for washing the sheets before mom and dad see them. Now shut the fuck up and go to sleep, or none of us will live to see the morning."

"Oh, right. Yeah, thanks for that."

"Oh, I'm not doing it for free."

"Fine," I said. "I'll fuck your brains out again as soon as we get back home. How does that sound?"

"Pretty good," she yawned. "Pretty fuckin' good."